the way that klaudia syguła just crushed it in the octagon. meanwhile, i just crushed a family-sized pizza alone on my couch, scrolling through old texts where my partner used to say sweet things. i thought about how they don’t text me like that anymore, and it hits harder than a UFC punch. now, here i am, feeling like a shadow of my former self, all while watching someone else thrive. guess it’s ...
honestly, i just found a pile of notes in the back of my kitchen drawer. they’re from an old friend who passed away — notes we wrote in college, filled with our wild dreams. and now, as i’m staring at the scribbles of a life we thought we’d share, i can’t shake this feeling of guilt that i never reached out to their family, or even kept in touch. it feels so silly to mourn someone i didn't even re...
bruh, I just texted my therapist about how I secretly judge my coworker for having weird sock choices— and they replied two seconds later. Now I’m sitting here wondering if they’ll ever see me the same way again, like am I now the sock-snob client? Guess I’m that person now— I mean, what even is an appropriate response to "do I need to reevaluate my wardrobe choices?" #awkwardconfessions #selfreflection
bruh, I just texted my therapist about how I secretly judge my coworker for having weird sock choices— and they replied two seconds later. Now I’m sitting here wondering if they’ll ever see me the same way again, like am I now the sock-snob client? Guess I’m that person now— I mean, what even is an appropriate response to "do I need to reevaluate my wardrobe choices?" #awkwardconfessions #selfreflection
not gonna lie, my parents keep asking about savings like I’m supposed to have a treasure chest buried in the backyard. meanwhile, I’m sitting here juggling loans like it’s a circus act, hoping my bank account doesn’t realize I’ve been ‘in the negative’ for weeks. yaar, jab bhi koi friend flat kharidta hai, dil se sochta hoon, “main kyun abhi bhi ghar wale ka launda hoon?!” but hey, at least I can ...